ALL IS ANEW AS HE FORGIVES YOU®
Original Easter and springtime poetry by Donna J. Fennel.
Quilled on this splendid day of April 5, 2004 … new ideas to explore.
As I awaken to witness balcony’s mesmerizing mists ~
Drenched in dewy kiss, sashays now spring tide bliss.
Where faeries and elves slumber ‘midst blossom bells ~
And heart of Solaris swells, casting kaleidoscopic spells.
Beguiling mine senses, a marvelous morning heralds ~
While she defies and belies yonder wilderness perils.
O, scents of ambrosia abound and emotions astound ~
Viewing Beltane’s prism gown and amber-kissed crown.
Daffodils dotting emerald hills persuade to be plucked ~
While a tiny calf feeds from mother’s udder well sucked.
As waking wasps whisper ‘round cozy cupola spires ~
Overtured by fine falcon, bidding greetings to admirers.
Sauntering ‘mongst our vast valley’s vestibule bless’d ~
Are bovine neighbors, seeking mine flavors of breakfast.
As serene eve’s indigo skies are replaced by azure guise ~
While changing of guard takes place by the Lord’s grace.
Cocking mine ear now, I hearken haunt of hissing stream ~
Mocking our sovereign plain, wandering wistfully untamed.
I am blessed by these guests, bathed in sun-kissed sheen ~
Daily, as Springtide glints gaily ‘round her panoramic frame.
Mine fine weather and heather, dusted by eagle feathers ~
Dancing dew maidens lend cadence to mine appreciation.
While doves hover above, assuring season is one of love ~
As Spring Renaissance seduces with her sweet temptation.
Mind wanders, as I ponder this season of peak perfection ~
Towards days that were, and the Holy Christ’s resurrection.
For what man hath gained from His pain and prime sacrifice ~
Makes me think twice about WHY our Savior paid such price.
Yea, His tribulation and vile trial ensured man would be saved ~
While Jesus was doomed to be crucified and entombed in cave.
Tho history shows it would become merely ghost of a grave ~
For when He had risen from prison, our path had been paved!
Weeping willows in yonder grove cry, as mine eyes surely do ~
When I recollect and protect Scripture of what He went through.
Enduring the epitome of pain, so that woeful world would gain ~
Eternity in His realm of everlasting life, without suffering or shame.
Jesus became blessed archetype by tolerating this insidious plight ~
Hoping man would tumble to his knees, offering a prayerful repent
To this Holy Son and His Father, who loves man like none other!
O, for Jesus we should not lament, as His cause was Heaven-sent.
Lo, as ebb and flow of life laps towards shores appearing as end ~
I beseech that thee might reach out to grasp God’s hand, friend.
For His Son’s face of grace will appear, and all becometh clear ~
That the Trinity is, indeed, watching o’er thee and eternally near.
Then ye shall know and undergo most profound transformation ~
For while His face towards thee is gleaming, life will have meaning
To those among mankind who have lost even an ounce of hope ~
For Christ will be inside thee as guide, fostering the ability to cope.
Yea, mine time hath been verily spent, as I witness finest view ~
From mine canopied shroud, proud of all that is waking and new.
For ‘mongst splendorous of things that Springtide lovingly brings ~
Resides and sings angels on high, guardians with gossamer wings.
Yea, with joy they employ their most hallowed of hymnal verse ~
To honor the Holy Trinity, who sets us free of our sin and curse.
His promise be to me and thee that if we follow His holy path ~
We are ordained to live without pain, with love promised to last!
This mesmerizing morn hath brought to mine mind overwrought ~
Answers to theological questions and suggestions I shall treasure.
Tho precious time I hath bought from mine daily routine and lot ~
‘Twas hour cherished, mine soul amply nourished without measure.
I pray someday we are unity of humanity and, tho we have a choice ~
Insofar as accepting or declining religion, may mine question to thee live:
How many men among you would sacrifice, while volunteering voice ~
To save others' souls, proclaiming they befell what Jesus Christ did?
O, woven in yarn of years, Easter hath delivered me tempest of tears ~
Yet ‘tis time whence I yearned to gravitate towards Jesus’ Holy gleam.
For in mine heart I know in hollow of His Holy hand, He shall redeem ~
Me and those who seek His forgiveness now, without doubt or fears.
I believe that through His pain and shame, eternal life man will gain ~
Yet ye shant e’er forget the fate that Jesus met to set our souls free.
For within the depths of His fall, Jesus arose again for one and all ~
Alongside the blessed Trinity family of eternity, especially for thee!
HAPPY EASTER AND BLESSINGS FOR A LIFE ETERNAL!
Donna J. Fennel and Family ~ For 2004 and Beyond
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